When I was drowning in a sea of emotional pain,
I always made it to the shore,
I would get swept out to sea again.
Each time I survived,
the storm within me calmed,
but eventually the wind would pick up again,
and blow me further out than before.
The pain is not just mine,
wherever the wind blows in the world,
that pain exists,
but it is often carefully hidden.
When someone is not as pleasant towards you, as you would like them to be, they may be drowning inside.